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Hannah Dierling Dec 2012
Promise is the hue of dawn
nothing forgotten
nothing forgone
Unfootprinted sand unveiled—unashamed
dusk’s child born of nocturnal tide’s wane
Sunrisen
first breaths
from the
safe womb of pale moon
plucked from
paired lovebirds’ earliest tune
Yet no blossom takes bloom
knowing how sweet nectar
can turn
facing a blushing sun’s
heat.
Bound to a timeworn past— each day
born anew
Mother Night slips
soothing sighs
Soft breath of light
upon This--
and
all
morning dew.

Let smiles wedge between sleepy red cheeks
while sunlight braids between lullaby lashes
know that fire of life is unguarded to seize
or to fade,
longing in a Sun's jaded ashes.
Elizabeth Kelly Jul 2014
This night has fallen so must I into the sleep so dear only the the singing birds slinging their melodies hear the last dying crickets in the gray glow of the first hint of the sunrisen day.

Catlike and furtive, creeping toward the last of this or that odd prey, these words unwind till the thread runs out.

All heart within but stark without.
Goodnight, 2:30. You made my day.
I tried in the murky twilight of Wednesday to face it.
In the inky dusk of that far-flung moor,
I tried and failed to face it.
That next dawn sang of ochre and orange dewdrops
And promises that were never kept,
And I bit my tongue and promised myself
That by the sunrisen noon
This would all be gone.

Night fell down
Over the blackened hillside,
And all was clearer.
Those stolen cigarettes
We held between our teeth
Shone new from out of our minds
As if those embers knew all of our secrets.

And on that gold-drenched dawn,
We lay dizzy on railroad tracks
Triumphant in our drunken wanderings
And exalting clean syringes up to heaven.
And in the evening of yesterday,
We burned our throats raw
With the amber mornings of today.

— The End —